Ellie
The words coming from the other woman’s mouth were in English, so Ellie should’ve had absolutely no trouble understanding them, but even a few seconds after they’d rolled off of Sylvia’s tongue, Ellie was having trouble processing them.
Thinking she must’ve heard something wrong, she said, “I’m sorry. You’re a what?”
Sylvia laughed. It sounded like the tinkle of soft bells. “A Luna, dear. Just like you.”
Ellie found herself nodding, but she still didn’t know how to respond--with words.